Alone & Torn [0pen]
Mar 30, 2015 22:34:12 GMT -5
Post by Mouse on Mar 30, 2015 22:34:12 GMT -5
The stallion scratched his hoof off the rocky bank. His brow was furrowed. This was the spot he had washed up a year ago. He looked up and down the river his mother had to have been here somewhere. would she stop looking for him? He didnt want to give up not yet. The mare had saved his life and he was not ready to say goodbye not like this; however he couldnt keep doing this to himself. He had been pacing up and down the river leaving a trail of hoof markings.
Mazhar lowered his head and sniffed the dirt there was some new scents from some passerby but still none of his mother. He walked over to a fallen tree near the treeline and out of frustration he began to the hit it with his large white hooves. The stallion was sweating and breathing hard by the time he realized that he was bleeding on the leg. He stared at the now broken log. He was alone and torn about what he should do next.
Mazhar lowered his head and sniffed the dirt there was some new scents from some passerby but still none of his mother. He walked over to a fallen tree near the treeline and out of frustration he began to the hit it with his large white hooves. The stallion was sweating and breathing hard by the time he realized that he was bleeding on the leg. He stared at the now broken log. He was alone and torn about what he should do next.
